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Arranged Yandere

Chapter One

Warning: Toxic Relationship

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It was supposed to be a nice day. A nice day because it was yours and Elliot’s sixth year anniversary. While you knew that you shouldn’t be acting excited over this, you couldn’t help yourself; you think you’ve just always hoped that Elliot would’ve come around.

You think it’s the fairytales you used to read when you were younger. Where the prince and the princess live happily ever after together. That’s what you wanted for you and Elliot, where despite the odd way you guys got together, you two would’ve been able to live happily ever after.

That could be why you still chose to decorate your house. You put out what you normally did on this day: balloons, a banner, a gift that you had chosen with him in mind, and a cake for you two to share. You had made sure that everything was ready for him when he arrived home, and if you were right, he should be home in a few more minutes.

You think that you only tried your hardest to make everything feel more special because it was the sixth anniversary, the next anniversary would be where you and Elliot would decide whether to continue with this arrangement or to go your separate ways. Perhaps you wanted to show Elliot that you were willing to make this work even though you know that you shouldn’t have tried this hard. Not this hard for a man who didn’t seem to appreciate anything you did.

You were correct in that he would be home as soon as you heard the door opening and Elliot’s footsteps walking in. As usual, Elliot went into the living room first. He always took a few moments to relax on the couch before heading off to his bedroom. Before you knew it, you and Elliot were standing together in the same room as you see Elliot eye the decor.

You’re not sure what reaction you were supposed to be expecting. Maybe a part of you was still hoping that he’ll show a semblance of being happy. But you should be honest with yourself; you’re being delusional because why would he act differently today in comparison to all the other anniversaries?

As always, he gave you his usual frown as he eyed the decorations and your face. He took a few seconds, seeing all the thought put into the decorations before speaking.

“Why did you put these up? Again?”

“It’s our anniversary, and I thought that—”

“Well, you thought wrong. I’m tired. I don’t have time to be celebrating every anniversary we have.”

Elliot huffed in frustration as he went towards his bedroom.

“Stop with all of this lovey dovey nonsense. We’re only supposed to act as a happily married couple to the media, not in private. Why can’t you get that into your head?”

And with that, he entered his room and slammed the door shut.

You stood in silence for a while before beginning to put away all the decorations, you couldn’t help but think to yourself.

Why keep trying so hard for a man who doesn’t even seem interested in reciprocating that same energy?

Would it have killed him to show a bit of affection towards you?

Why only towards the media that he acted like a loving husband?

You really tried your hardest to make this work. You didn’t want this marriage to just be for show, you wanted it to be like those stories that you read of arranged marriages that have happy endings.

Maybe that’s why it would never happen. Because that was fiction and this was real life. In real life, people aren’t told to marry for fame. They marry each other because they love each other. Maybe that’s what this was. You were so focused on obtaining that fictional happy ending that you didn’t consider that Elliot may have never been happy with this marriage.

He was unhappy the day that this contract was made, and his unhappiness persisted six years later.

You should’ve realized it from the start:

Elliot wouldn’t ever love you, and you couldn’t blame him given the circumstances.

The least you could do was respect his desire to live together at arm’s length. Only to the media, you’ll be a happily married couple. That’s the least you could do for him.

You could put on the mask and stop trying so hard to get him to love you. Maybe if you wore it long enough, you wouldn’t care if he loves you or not.

With that in mind, you decided on this day that:

You’ll stop trying so hard for a man who doesn’t even seem to be interested in you.

You’ll treat him the same way he’s been treating you, like a roommate, no more acting like a loving wife when out of the public eye.

And for your seventh anniversary instead of a gift, you’ll deliver a nice stack of divorce papers, and who knows? Maybe you’ll be so happy that day, you won’t even be wearing a mask.

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Nobody asked but in case someone was curious. I had made this story when I was younger because I had read the WEBTOON, The Remarried Empress, so Elliot’s personality was kinda based off Sovieshu, but only up to season 1. If you were kinda curious as to the personalities of the Yanderes/ how the story will kinda be.

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Arranged Yandere

Chapter Two

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You wake up the next day, feeling more renewed. You don’t feel so desperate to get up and make breakfast for you and Elliot. When you look at the clock, you notice that you’ve slept in, you always get up early to get more stuff done in a day, but now you realize how nice it is, not waking up early.

Not needing to appear like a good wife.

You get out of bed and do your little routine before heading off to the kitchen. Unlike the other times that Elliot would’ve joined you later for breakfast, you already see him sitting at the table reviewing a script.

You can at least respect his work because he’s given you the same respect. You’re quiet when taking the eggs and sausages out from the fridge and you’re quiet when cooking. You don’t notice him looking at you when he coughs slightly to get your attention.

You take a quick look back at Elliot, seeing his furrowed eyebrows and a bit of confusion on his face before going back to cooking.

“You slept in today.

He speaks, a bit puzzled.

“I did.”

“Is there a reason for that? Are you going to be out late?”

“For what? I haven’t gotten a call back from any of the shows I’ve auditioned for.”

“It’s just that we would’ve eaten breakfast by now.”

“Well, you know how to cook, don’t you? You could’ve cooked yourself breakfast.”

You hear Elliot give a huff of annoyance before muttering.

“Well, I like your cooking better.”

You don’t choose to respond. Letting the air turn into one of stoicism and awkwardness.

—

Breakfast feels the same way as before. With you and Elliot eating quietly. You notice that he keeps looking at you as if waiting for you to start talking, but quite frankly, you’re in no mood to talk to him.

That’s probably why breakfast ended so quickly, as you both put the plates in the sink as Elliot begins cleaning up.

You head off to the living room to check on any emails from your agent. Nothing yet. But from the last conversation you had with her, one show should be doing callbacks before the end of today. You don’t really remember what the show was called or what it was about, but at this point you don’t care.

You hear footsteps as Elliot stands close to the side of the couch, looking down at you. He looks like he has a lot to say, you noticed, but he doesn’t say anything instead he brings up his plans.

“I’ll be home late tonight. We’re filming the action part, and the director is already in a pissy mood… one of the stunt doubles called out.”

You nodded absentmindedly as you chose to focus on your phone.

“Okay. I’ll put your dinner in the fridge.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it what?”

“You’re not going to say anything else?”

“What do you want me to say?”

You hear him suck in a breath before he storms off to his room.

Pretty sure you made him upset. Oh well.

You shrug it off as you decide your plans for today.

You could head over to your agency and see if there’s any news from any of the casting directors. But you think you’ll hold off until you get the news from your agent.

You could head off grocery shopping, but you’re not really in the mood to be hounded by paparazzi. You’ll probably make a call to Elliot’s assistant later and see if he can make a quick stop and buy some stuff.

Maybe you’ll head on over to your in-laws’ house. You can’t remember the last time you went over there to see them. You’ll just wait for Elliot to leave.

—

You definitely pissed him off, as you recall seeing Elliot head out with slight stomps in his steps. It probably didn’t help that you told him that you wouldn’t bring him any lunch, and that he’d have to buy something out there.

Elliot hated eating out. He didn’t like having to eat foods, he wasn’t sure what the ingredients were or how hygienic the cooks were. Since you two got married, you’ve always cooked for him whenever you weren’t busy.

Before you would’ve felt bad and tried to bring him some lunch, maybe offer a brief apology, but now? You don’t care. He can manage. He’s not a baby.

You get to your in-laws’ house quickly. Elliot didn’t like living so far away from his parents and always made sure they were a reasonable drive away. You didn’t object to it because you knew that your parents preferred traveling about and didn’t like staying at home. Not like you ever really planned on visiting them that much.

It’s nice and sweet, the visit. You chat with your in-laws, telling them about what’s been going on lately, and you tell them about Elliot’s work. For someone who wanted to keep close to his parents, he never really visited that much. Always citing that he’s too busy to go see them.

It didn’t matter to you. You enjoyed their company. At first, you were worried that with the contract that they wouldn’t accept you, but they did with open arms. They would love to have you be a permanent member of their family after the contract is over — that’s what they tell you often, but you don’t have the heart to tell them that now you plan on leaving their son.

For now, you’ll enjoy the warmth they bring in and the mask you have to wear, as if you’re not planning on breaking their hearts when you leave their family.

—

You head home after a few hours. You check your phone once you get home, seeing no messages from Elliot, that’s to be expected, especially when he’s throwing his tantrums.

You fix yourself a quick meal, you’re a bit full of eating lunch with your in-laws, but nonetheless, you try to at least eat something simple for dinner.

You enjoy the peaceful air that comes when Elliot isn’t around. Elliot always seems to bring in negative air, always so focused on his work and never giving you much attention. So this is nice. Not having to worry about trying to make conversations with him.

You finish dinner quickly and clean up, you take a quick shower before getting cozy on your bed. There were no calls from your agent, so you’re ready to assume that the casting directors went with someone else. It’s a quick check of your emails that you see the unopened email. You open it up and read it.

Hey hey superstar!

Got a call from the casting directors and they wanted you for their show, Rich in Love, told them I’d let you know and see what you want to do.

Let me know by tonight or tomorrow morning if you want the part! Heard from the other agents that apparently that rising star, Willis, was appearing as the love interest!

If you’d like to try to make friends with him, this is your chance!

Give me a shout!

You frowned when reading it, Willis? That new boy on the block? You barely knew anything about him, the most you heard was that he was definitely earning a huge amount of fangirls. That’s probably why the directors chose him.

You don’t really like appearing in love shows because of the media that always seems to love asking about Elliot’s reaction to the show.

But you’re not keen on being around Elliot often. But you also don’t want the media to speculate that you’re leaving Elliot for Willis.

The show shouldn’t be that long. From what you remember, it was supposed to be short and sweet. If you take it, maybe way before you divorce Elliot, the show would be over and there wouldn’t be any speculation.

You’ll just keep your distance from Willis, maintain more of a professional relationship, as to keep Willis from unwanted attention. Protect you and him from any scandals. It should be fine. Right? You hope so.

You send your agent a reply to the email.

I’ll take it.

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Arranged Yandere

Chapter Three

Warning: Toxic Relationship

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It’s a week after you accept the role that you’re informed by your agent of the upcoming script reading.

You enjoy how quick to the point they are when they tell you to be at the front of your house tomorrow at 8, so that they can drive you there.

As much as you didn’t want to inform Elliot of your new role, you knew that you had to. If he found out that you kept this from him, he’ll be furious and he could use this as leverage for the divorce. He could claim to the courts that you kept this from him because you planned to cheat on him.

You don’t want to drag anyone else into this. You’re unsure what secrets Elliot might reveal if he’s angry, so you two should try to get along to keep your secrets safe.

You and Elliot are eating lunch when you put down your fork and speak up.

“Tomorrow. I’m heading out for a script reading.”

Elliot halts his eating and places down his fork, he wipes his mouth with the napkin before responding.

“Tomorrow? That’s kind of soon, isn’t it? How long ago did you accept this role?”

“Last week. It’s with Director Tom Jetson.”

Elliot lets out a scoff.

“Jetson? That old man? That explains it. He’s not the best at managing times.”

You go back to eating as you eye his reaction.

So far, so good. He doesn’t seem that annoyed that you waited till the last minute to tell him, in fact, he seems more annoyed at who the director is. Mr. Jetson wasn’t really a bad director, you don’t think so, he’s a friendly man that lacks a bit of social cues such as checking the schedules of his cast but he’s nice to work with. You’re pretty sure it’s just Elliot having a vendetta against him because of his horrible scheduling.

Elliot drinks a bit of his water as he looks at the time.

“I’ll make dinner and wash the dishes tonight. So you can have more time to get ready for the reading.”

You nodded in acknowledgment.

“Thank you.”

—

The next day, you wake up feeling refreshed and ready. Maybe it’s because it’s been awhile since you’ve taken on a role, for the last few years, you’ve preferred taking a few select roles or merely staying at home while Elliot worked. Or it could just be that you’re excited at not having to spend much time around Elliot because you’re always at home.

It could be both. But you have a feeling that this new role will differ from the others, though you can’t explain why.

You smell the aroma of breakfast in the kitchen and quickly get dressed. Exiting your bedroom and heading into the kitchen, you see Elliot plating the food.

You watch from the doorway before softly greeting him.

“Morning.”

Elliot turns around and nod at your greeting.

“Take a seat. Breakfast is done.”

You don’t waste another moment before sitting down and not long after, Elliot serves the both of you guys as you two eat.

Breakfast is now mainly quiet. There used to be light chatter amongst you two, but now it mainly consists of the sounds of forks scraping against the plate and sips of your drinks.

“Call me if that old man gets too rude,”

Elliot says as he eats.

“I’ve heard rumors of him being too harsh with the female cast.”

You eye Elliot puzzled. Director Jetson? You’ve heard rumors of a director being harsh with his cast, but you never found out who it was. Granted, you’ve only worked with Director Jetson once and it was for a minor role, so it could explain why you’re not too familiar with him.

“I think I can handle criticism,”

You take some sips out of your drink.

“I’ve been through many directors.”

Elliot furrows his eyebrows at your lack of care at his words.

“That’s because you work with many of the same directors. I’ve been around that old man plenty of times to know that he’s harsh, especially with the women.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t handle criticism.”

Elliot takes a few deep breaths before speaking in a bit more annoyed tone.

“You could just appreciate my help instead of trying to act all tough.”

“I should get ready,”

You eye the clock, stand up, and gather your plate and cup to put it at the sink. You hesitate before speaking up.

“I…I will call you if he’s too rude.”

You hurry out of the kitchen to finish getting your stuff. If you had stayed long enough, you would’ve seen the smallest of smiles on Elliot’s face.

—

You’re quick to get ready and head out the door. Before you leave, you give Elliot a quick goodbye and watch as he sees you off.

You wait at the front of your house before you spot your agent’s car pulling up to the house. You hurry down the steps and get into their car.

“Good morning Sam,”

You smile as you hop inside the backseat of the car and buckle in.

“Are you ready to sit through hours of boring chatter?”

You grin teasingly as Sam starts the car and begins driving off.

“You know it,”

They eye you from the rear-view mirror.

“It shouldn’t be long. The show is only supposed to take like six months of filming.”

You hummed in acknowledgment as you looked out the mirror. Short and sweet, that’s why you took this role. Not too long enough for a potential scandal to arise between you and Willis. But not too short enough that you’re not getting any profit from it.

You lost track of time because before you know it, you’ve arrived at the studio. Lucky Man Studio. A decent size studio where either big names can work or those who are barely taking the steps into stardom.

You and your agent quickly get out of the car and head into the studio. You spot the circular table with name placards on top, Sam heads off towards the back to take more of an observer viewpoint while you head towards your spot.

People start coming in after a while, with many of them being the supporting cast. You greet each of them with them doing the same. Many of them take their seats and you’re quick to notice that the seat next to you is empty, you make a reach for the placard to see who’ll be sitting next to you and—

“Excuse me.”

You fumble and put the placard back on the table. You turn around and smile apologetically.

“I’m sorry. I was just curious.”

You look up and see who it is. It’s Willis and maybe it’s because you’ve never worked with him that you’re expecting him to be somewhat annoyed at you for grabbing his placard, but he grins as he takes his seat.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I was more worried that you were going to take my seat.”

“Why would I take your seat?”

“So you can rewrite the show so that you’re the main character instead of sharing the screen with me.”

You eye him, confused. He’s… something. You’ve never heard of that reasoning before. You remember working on a movie with Elliot back when you two were still barely reaching stardom and him having to apologize to another actor because you touched their placard.

You remember being so anxious in the car as Elliot drove home, thinking that he was going to berate you for making him look like a fool, but he called the actor an asshole and how he couldn’t wait to be bigger than him. That was one of the first times you two spent the car ride laughing together.

What happened to that? What happened to him?

Willis notices your silence and digs through his bag.

“You want some snacks? I got granola bars, cereal bars, and protein bars.”

“Is that all you have?”

You watch him dig through his bag.

“Just bars?”

Willis chuckles as he pulls out a fruit snack.

“Got these as well. Bought them when they were on sale.”

He holds out the snack to you as you take it and eye it. You open the package and eat slowly.

Before Willis can speak again, a booming voice interrupts him.

“Good morning, my stars!”

Everyone looks towards the sound of the voice as they see who it is. Director Jetson. He walks towards the center of the table and takes his seat, he makes a quick wave towards his assistant as they begin passing out the scripts. Once his assistant handed out the scripts, he spoke again.

“So I was looking at my cast,”

He gestures towards all the people before stopping at you and Willis.

“And I didn’t realize I got two big stars here as my main cast.”

One thing that was to be known about Director Jetson was that he always took over control of the room, speaking until he couldn’t think of anything else to say and he showed it as he continued on.

“So I was talking with our writers and we were thinking…,”

He keeps his attention focused on you and Willis.

“What if we extended the show? I asked the executives, and they seemed onboard with it. Instead of the six months of filming, we’ll do a year, we could definitely lengthen this story out.”

Some cast member’s voice out their agreements and before you know it, it’s back to you and Willis.

Willis leans back in his chair as thinks for a bit.

“Well, why not? It’s my first romance show and I want to learn everything I can from the pros.”

He gives you a grin as he waits for your response.

A year? That means by the time this show is over, it’ll be time for you and Elliot’s contract to expire. This could lead to a wide range of rumors, especially with how friendly Willis seemed to be. You want to say no that you only want to do six months, but after that? You may not get another role for a while and you’ll need all the money you can get in order to find good lawyers.

Besides, even if Willis was friendly, that didn’t mean he would fall in love with you, everyone in the entertainment business knew that you and Elliot were married. No actor would try anything, especially when they knew how big of a star Elliot was. It would work out. It had to.

You give a small smile as you nod. You hold out your hand to Willis as you agree.

“Yeah. I’m okay with it. I look forward to working with you as my costar.”

Willis grin gets a bit wider as he shakes your hand.

“Likewise.”

Director Jetson smiles big as he claps.

“Great! Great! Because of that, we’re going to need to see if there’s anything that you guys want to explore into more. So I hope you guys don’t have any plans because we’ll be here for a while.”

You don’t have any plans, so you don’t really pay much attention to the other cast members heading off to call their families to let them know. You see as Willis sends some quick text messages. But you don’t think of letting Elliot know.

—

It’s 8 o’clock now and you guys continue working through the script and making suggestions for Director Jetson to tell the writers about.

You’ve been so focused on your work and getting to know Willis that you neglect your phone that begins buzzing with text messages from Elliot.

How long is your script reading?

Is that old man giving you a hard time?

I called your agent, and they said you’re still working. How much longer till you’ll head home?

Tell me when you’re heading home, at least.

You don’t look at your phone during the whole meeting. You don’t look at it until you guys call it day and you and Sam head off to the car. You don’t look at it as you take a small nap while Sam drives. You only look at it when Sam shakes you awake and tells you that you’re home now.

You realized what you did, and you weren’t sure what Elliot’s reaction was going to be.

—

It’s nearly 10 o’clock at night by the time you arrive home.

You open the door to your house and set your keys down on the counter. You take quiet steps into the living room, you’re pretty certain that Elliot is sleeping, he was never quite the night owl. You don’t want to disturb him because he’ll wake up and start asking questions about your job or why you couldn’t inform him of when you’ll be heading home.

You don’t want to deal with that. Not when you’re tired. You arrive in the living room and place your bags down on the couch gently. You’re about to start walking towards your room before you hear the light switch turn on and see Elliot standing there in the hallway. You can’t tell what he’s feeling internally, but just by looking at him right now.

He looks furious.

He eyes you up and down, it feels like he’s judging you or looking for something that seems out of the ordinary. But when he can’t find anything, and his eyes narrow at you before he speaks up.

“You didn’t think to tell me when you were heading home?”

“I forgot to.”

“You forgot to send me a message? How can you forget to do this,”

Elliot scoffs as he walks towards you.

“For six years, we’ve been doing this, why would today change anything?”

Before you know it, he’s standing in front of you and narrowing his eyes at you.

“I don’t know what’s been going on with you lately. But you better fix it. I’m in no mood to deal with your shit.”

Elliot doesn’t wait for you to respond as he takes a few steps back before heading off to his room and slamming the door.

You stood there in the living room, surprised at Elliot’s reaction. Why was he so angry at you not keeping him up to date? Was it because of that director? Sure, he was a bit too friendly, but he had never done anything to make you feel uncomfortable.

Or was it because of everything that’s been going on? With you ignoring him and now this? Maybe he finally had enough. Before, it would’ve never gotten to this point. You would’ve kept him up to date on where you were and what time you’ll be heading home. You two would have still been decent towards each other. Past you would’ve gone and apologized to him, tell him what’s on your mind and see if you two could fix the issue.

But you don’t want to. Not anymore. Not with this new plan of divorcing him the moment you get the opportunity to.

In fact, you think Elliot being fed up with you will make the divorce much easier. He might even file first and all you’ll have to do is sign the papers.

The less work for you, the better.

You head to your room and get ready for bed. Unlike the past, where it would’ve felt uncomfortable to sleep because of the argument, present you sleep like a baby this time.

I’m still surprised to see how many people love this story. I think I’m getting ahead of myself, but I already envisioned the scene of when Elliot and Willis meet.

And also maybe Yandere squid games?? Maybe where you’re pregnant and your Yandere (or like half Yandere/ half overprotective) is your baby daddy. Basically jun hee and myung-gi?? 🧐

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Arranged Yandere

Prologue

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*edit: forgot to add this!* -> CW: toxic relationship

You’ve always prided yourself on being the type of person who was able to wear a mask suitable for all situations.

You were polite when talking to people you respected.

You were professional when your job needed you to be.

You were soft when talking to family.

You showed a bit of a funny side when being around those who you felt close to.

And most of all you were a person who wasn’t scared to show your love to your husband. Well… at least to the public.

It may have not been a fairy tale type of love— being arranged to become the next IT couple, but you were always someone who felt that it could still work out so as long as your husband, Elliot, reciprocated your actions.

But you should’ve remembered that this wasn’t no fairytale. He wasn’t going to fall in love with a woman he was forced to marry, he made that clear all throughout the anniversaries.

Perhaps it was desperation for a chance at love that kept you entangled in his web. You knew that it wasn’t love the way he treated you, like as if you were just his roommate but when out in public you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter when he put on the mask of a loving husband with you doing the same.

You tried your hardest to make it work especially as you got closer to the ending of your contract but enough is enough. If Elliot wasn’t going to love you back then why would you give him the time of day? Seeing his reaction to your 6th anniversary surprise was enough for you to put on a new mask. Where now you acted as his roommate instead of the wife he had while you desperately waited for the day that you could be finished with your contract.

Time goes fast when you’re waiting for something and that happens to be the divorce. While waiting for that day, you choose to take on a role that will help create some distance between you and Elliot, anything to keep you away from that place you called home.

However now you’re left wondering how to act as you’re faced with a situation of having two men who are desperate to have you, no matter how dirty they have to get.

Edit: I originally said it’ll have an open ending but I meant it’ll have multiple endings. Sorry 😣. I’ll have that put on each Masterlist.

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Royal Desire

Chapter One

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A gentle bunny.

That’s what your mom used to call you when you were younger. A bunny because you often scrunched up your nose when faced with a situation you didn’t like. Gentle because whenever your dad asked you to help with the farm, you were always gentle with the plants, never pulling or tugging on them unlike your younger siblings.

Perhaps it was fate that you ended up being the oldest of a total of six children. You were gentle enough to handle the tantrums and the tears, the most harm you could do to your siblings was scrunch up your nose when they did something you disliked.

You were definitely a stark contrast to your mother, a headstrong woman who whacked naughty children with her spoon. She never once let anyone walk over, even when your dad warned her about watching her mouth, and it was understandable. You remember hearing through word of mouth about a young woman, a few villages over, that was tortured for talking back. But it didn’t scare your mom, she never backed down, and she made this especially clear when the tax collectors came by to collect their money.

“How much more does this bloody king need?!”

This was something you often heard come out of your mother’s mouth, and every time she and the collectors would argue. Your siblings would joke around and say that even the neighboring village could hear her shout. It became a common thing to expect every time you saw the tax collectors carriage coming into the village, but just recently you’re not sure what was said the day that the collectors came with the royal guards, but you know that after that your father was the one handing over the money.

If you were a stark contrast to your mom, you were definitely more like your dad. A gentle, but intelligent man by nature. Always willing to lend a helping hand to the rest of the villagers, you were sure that if this villager had a leader, he would’ve been it. He was definitely the man that everyone in this village relied on for help, but it was exhausting having to share him with other people.

The village people always flocked to him for help. If he couldn’t fix it then it was considered unfixable, but he was also a man that never gave up, always staying for hours on end trying to fix anything and everything they brought to his attention. While it didn’t bother you and your siblings, it most definitely bothered your mother who would always complain every time he was gone and only returning home for dinner. Your mom was a woman who always repeated certain phrases and she repeated a certain one to your dad with him providing the same answer every time:

“Why be gone for such a long period of time?”

“If I don’t help them who will?”

You understood why he helped, in a village where nobody was rich including your family. Anything that is broken can’t be replaced easily, to replace something means risking losing a meal for the day or even a week if it costs a lot. That’s why the villagers flocked to him because he’d always find a way, and that’s why you looked up to him so much. You wanted to be like your dad and try to help out whenever you can.

—

It must be another tax collecting day

You thought to yourself as you hung up the wet clothes on the clothesline, hearing the horses gallop. Looking up from the clothesline, you were right as you could recognize that carriage from anywhere, but it’s when you see them come closer to the village that you notice another carriage coming right behind them. The carriage was different unlike the tax collectors carriage, this one sported a golden trim instead of the normal brown.

You’re not sure why you felt compelled to investigate further.

No good comes out of being nosy.

That was what your mom used to say, but something about that carriage made you wonder what it was doing here. Maybe a noble family was coming to rule over this village? Or maybe the tax collectors got so fed up with your mom that they finally told the royal guards to take her away? Whatever the reason may be, you needed to know.

You took quick steps before reaching the village square, you arrived there just in time as you saw that the carriages had barely arrived there as well. You weren’t the only one curious about the new carriage as you spotted other villagers also gathering around, talking amongst each other about what that unknown carriage meant.

“I bet it’s the King coming to announce he’s raising the taxes.”

“No it can’t be. The King hasn’t even raised taxes since he took over.”

“I bet it’s someone who’s going to ‘rule over us’”

“Ha! Yeah right like we’re going to listen to him! They could bring the King here and I wouldn’t bow!”

Nobody paid any mind to the tax collectors coming out of their carriage, especially not the workers that followed after them. But all conversations ceased the moment that mystery carriage opened and out came a frail old man, clutching onto a sheet of paper, he was definitely someone important to the kingdom as his clothes was enough to pay for at least two years worth of food, and you’re positive that his monocle could pay for at least five months of food. Everyone must’ve been thinking the same thing as the new figure shifted uncomfortably under the villagers gaze.

The old man took a few small steps towards the center where he could address everyone, he fumbled slightly with the paper, reading what was on it before clearing his throat.

“Hear ye hear ye! The King and Queen are pleased to announce that they are looking for more workers to work for the castle! You’ll receive a great payment, housing, and an even greater honor working under our esteemed rulers!”

The old man ignored the slight chatter about the news and continued speaking.

“For any who are interested! You are to report to the castle by sunrise tomorrow! Just go straight from the village statue and you shall reach the castle!”

He didn’t even give a goodbye as he quickly got back into the carriage and the collectors took over, telling everyone it was time to collect the taxes.

While everyone scattered back home, perhaps to get the money ready; you stood alone in the village square, thinking over the announcement. It seemed like a good idea to take a job there, your family could use the money for the taxes and to survive.

Your mom would have a heart attack if she found out you were considering leaving your home to head to the castle.

Why leave somewhere that’s safe to head to the unknown?

It was a valid concern. Why would you leave your home that you grew up in and most likely would die in for somewhere where you’ll be surrounded by people who act differently. Where one wrong move could land you on the chopping block. Where you’ll be beneath the nobles who live in the Kingdom square, anything could happen and you’ll have no one to protect you but yourself.

However, it’s your dad’s phrase that makes you think about taking this job. You’re thinking of younger siblings, who are growing by the day and need more food and better clothing. You’re thinking of your parents, who are getting older and soon won’t be able to help out as much as they used to.

If I don’t help them, who will?

You just hope you’re not making a bad choice taking the job.

Authors Note: I wanted to clarify something in the story. Where it says that readers dad warned her mom about watching her mouth, it’s not meant to be like a threatening manner. The parents have a great relationship; it’s meant more like the dad was worried about the mom losing her head because of her mouth so he wants her to be polite to the tax collectors even if she doesn’t want to.

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To Protect and Love

Chapter Two

Masterlist

You’ve always wanted to make your father proud.

You’re not sure why, but since becoming the heir, you tried your hardest in being someone that your father could boast to other rulers about.

You wanted to be like Kieran.

You attended all your classes dutifully. Always making sure to leave a good impression on your tutors.

You started attending meetings with your father and his advisors to understand what being a ruler was all about.

You spent more time in the library, reading up on anything that you felt was necessary. Your maids have gotten used to finding you in the library, nearly dozing off.

You spent time trying to familiarize yourself with everything that you could. You often found yourself sitting at your father’s office, using any terms that you knew.

You thought it was working by the way you saw your father nodding approvingly at your statements.

You thought it was working by the way you’ve overheard your tutors and your father’s advisors praising you. Calling you a bright young woman who was bound to be a great queen.

But it wasn’t working because in that same conversation, you would hear your father scoff at the praise and bitterly remark.

“She’s a good heir, but Kieran was better.”

You knew you should’ve gone in, told your father that you were really trying, just to give you some time and you’ll be just as good as Kieran was.

But you couldn’t.

Because he was right. Kieran was better. Everything came naturally to Kieran. Kieran knew how to talk to the people, he was naturally intelligent, and he didn’t have to do anything to earn your father’s praise. He had it since the day he was born.

The most you could do was just try to follow in his footsteps.

—

You continue on with your life as you always have since becoming the heir.

Wake up

Get dressed

Eat breakfast with your parents

Attend tutoring

Attend any meetings

Eat lunch with your parents

Go read some books

Get bathed

Eat dinner

Go to bed

Sometimes you can’t help but praise Adelina for choosing not to live her days like this. You’ve considered writing her a letter, to see how she’s doing, but then again, you can barely find time for yourself.

Other times, you think of Kieran and how he played this role far longer than you and Adelina. He followed this schedule since he was six years old and up to the day that he died. You can’t help but wonder about how he truly felt.

Was he happy doing this?

How did he find time for himself?

Would he have rather done something else, but then again, he might have never known what else was out there for him.

Before, you didn’t really care too much about how he might have felt. You were more focused on spending your time in the gardens, reading books that you wanted to read, and overall doing what you wanted to do.

But now? Stepping into his shoes and doing what he had done since he was a little kid. You feel sad. Sad because you couldn’t offer any comfort to him when he was young. Sad because the times he did have free time to himself, you always made him play with you. It didn’t help that you and him had a bit of an age gap.

Kieran was a puppet, and he was always being controlled by someone. You just hate that the only way he could be free was by his murder. All that he had ever worked towards went to vain the day he was killed.

The most you could do to honor his memory is try to be the best ruler that you can be.

For Kieran.

—

Today was different.

You woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast like normal, and attended tutoring, but instead of heading off to the next thing on your schedule; you were told to head to your father’s office by one of his advisors.

Stepping into the office, you already felt tense seeing your father seated at his desk reviewing some papers. You stood there, in the middle of the office, not knowing what to do.

Should you speak up?

Should you cough to get his attention?

Or was this a test to see if you could establish a presence in the room?

You didn’t have more time to think before seeing the advisor speak up.

“My lord. Your daughter is here.”

Your father glanced over to see you standing there, still not knowing what to do. He put down his papers before speaking.

“Yes, yes.”

Your father barely paid any mind to the advisor as he waved at them dismissively before turning his attention to the servant standing by the door.

“You there. Go fetch the knight and make it quick.”

The servant didn’t speak up as they bolted. It was what your father said that caught your attention.

The knight?

What knight?

Was your father going to make you start physical training?

You didn’t think of yourself as much of a fighter, more of a talker, but you suppose training was also necessary.

You’re so focused on your thoughts that you barely listened to your father speak.

“—your lessons?”

You blink your eyes and speak up hesitantly.

“I’m sorry?”

You hear your father scoff before repeating himself.

“Have you learned anything new from your lessons?”

“Yes, I have. I’ve recently begun learning about the Process of Trading.”

“I see… and under the trade agreement with the Kingdom of Malina, what is the proper procedure in ensuring equal amounts of goods are traded in?”

“…we should ensure that we have the tradespeople look over the goods before sending it off to our kingdom and vice versa. Once it arrives, our Master of Trade should review it to ensure it is equal.”

You see, the advisor give an approving smile as your father gives a hum of approval.

“Good good. Looks like you are understanding what is being taught.”

Your father gets ready to speak again, but he stops once he hears the knock on the door.

“M-my lord? I brought the knight.”

“Well, bring him in. What are you waiting for?”

You finally turn around and watch as the door opens and see the same servant meekly step in, followed by a small clinking of metal as another person follows in after him.

You couldn’t see the face at first, but you didn’t have to wonder much longer as you heard your father bark out.

“Take off the helmet. The girl needs to see your face.”

The knight didn’t speak up, but obeyed as he took off his helmet.

The first thing you noticed was his hair. It was white as winter and it looked nice.

Then you noticed his eyes. It reminded you of the sky.

That’s all you got to notice before you see the knight bow to you.

“As an heir, you’re going to need a personal guard. He’ll be guarding you. So get along with him.”

Your father announced.

You don’t really remember Kieran or Adelina having a personal guard, but then again… maybe you were only getting a guard because your father didn’t want what happened to Kieran to happen to you.

The knight slowly got up from his bow as he took your hand and gave it a small kiss.

“My name is Percival m’lady. As long as I’m here, no one shall ever harm you.”

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Made my own divider 😊 by the time this is uploaded this story should have it’s new divider, sorry if it looks blurry 😪 still trying to figure it out

I’m going to put out what each of the Yanderes look like in my mind to help you guys and me visualize them better, also going to try and see if I can find where I had the painters name and painting name so I can put credit it (I have too many documents 😭)

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Royal Desire

Chapter Two

Masterlist

WC~ 1.2k

This Chapter Will Have: No Warnings! Safe to read! Enjoy!

A/N: I’m still alive! Just was very busy with school and work and kinda lost motivation! I’m trying to do a layout for all my stories in both accounts hence why it appears a bit different.

You think one of the hardest things you’ve ever done was saying goodbye to your family.

Having to watch your mom get teary eyed at the idea of you leaving your home for a job. To see her try to persuade you to stay, offering to ask around and see if anyone was willing to hire you to even trying to get a job at the castle too only to remember that you weren’t her only child that she had other children, much younger than you, that needed her here.

Then there was your dad, who reluctantly agreed that this was a good opportunity for you. Better pay, a chance to try to make a better life for yourself. He couldn’t find more cons than pros, the only thing he could do was wish you luck and to be careful about whom you trust.

Your mom shared the same sentiment. Both of them telling you to not trust people so easily over there. That to them, you’re an outsider and one wrong step could lead you on the royal family’s bad side. You had to promise them in all the days leading up to your departure that you would be careful.

Then lastly, there were your siblings, who couldn’t understand why you had to go, you had to reassure them that you weren’t abandoning them merely you trying to give the whole family a chance to earn better money, to have a better life than what you guys are living now.

Nobody in your family liked the idea of you leaving, especially to somewhere they can’t follow, but none objected the day they waved you goodbye.

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The path to the castle was long and tiring. To feel the rising sun shining down on you, to hear the critters scrambling around, and to lastly worry about the chances of being attacked by bandits. It was as if the forest that led to the castle was warning everyone who walks on its path to head back.

Perhaps that’s why you spot a lot of the people accompanying you give up and head back. Many of them grumbling that this situation wasn’t worth their time. By the end of it, there’s only about five of you that make it to the Kingdom Square.

It’s bustling with unfamiliar noises and crowds of people. Many of them shopping, working, or merely going out for a stroll. Here the five of you belong, it’s here those that aren’t not rich enough live. You can tell by the way you see some women have patches on their dresses or how you hear people bargaining prices with the shop owners.

The five of you walk quickly to head to the castle as one member of the group notices how the sun is starting to come up more. There’s no time for any of you to take a seat or fetch a drink. By the way the Square looks, you can tell that once you get sucked into it, it’s difficult to find your way out of it.

By the time you reach the castle, the sun is almost fully out as if it’s congratulating you for making it this far. You’ve heard from those in your village, who are fortunate enough to go near the castle for work, how beautiful the castle is, and you can’t help but agree with them.

It’s surrounded by many flowers and trees, almost no dead plants are in sight. The bricks that make up the castle look brand new with how the white limestones shine brightly with a small hint of blue contrasting the white. All five of you head to the iron gate entry and you’re stunned even more to see the design on the gate with the royal family emblem being a swan that looks as if it’s in mid flight as it looks to be flying out of the gate. It looks absolutely beautiful.

Standing by the gate, all of you admire the landscape of your new workplace. You’re more enchanted with the emblem on the gate. Admiring how intricate it looks, how the person who constructed this must’ve been someone skilled in their area. But the other people in your group don’t seem to share your admiration as you hear someone scoff.

“A swan? The Royal Family’s emblem is a swan? The same bird that people use as a symbol of love?”

You turn your attention over to see Thomas, a man who’s earned the reputation of having more strength than brains, shaking his head in disappointment at the gate.

“Swans are beautiful animals. But they also attack when they feel threatened. Not everyone attacks recklessly.” You scolded Thomas quietly, slightly relishing his startled expression before continuing, “It’s a beautiful symbol of how the Kingdom won’t attack without reason. They only attack when they feel threatened.”

You hear the snickers of the other three people accompanying you guys, and Thomas prepares to defend his stance, but he’s interrupted by a bellowing voice.

“You five! What are you doing here! What’s your reason for being here!?”

Your group turn to see three knights marching towards you guys, with their weapons at the ready, prepared to fight if needed. You get ready to answer, but Thomas stands in front of you.

“We’re here to work. They said to come for the first day of work by sunrise. And we’re here. Don’t they tell you guys about this?”

“Rude one, ain’t ya? Fair enough. Come along. They’re about to start the orientation.”

The guard who had been speaking walks over and opens the gate, gesturing you five to come along. You had believed the exterior of the castle was beautiful, but you’re even more stunned with the path that’s leading you to your new life.

An assortment of flowers, towering trees that help block out the sun for you. A fountain in the middle with a swan at the top with soft bluestone walkway leading you guys. You even spot a tea pavilion in the distance, and you couldn’t help but wonder how often the Royal Family sits out there.

You couldn’t help it. You often wondered how King Nicolas and Queen Josephine lived. There were a bunch of rumors as to how the pair lived and acted. Many of whom came from those who had never met the pair, those were the ones who often called them an embarrassment to the Kingdom, saying that how could two people who weren’t even twenty-five yet know how to run a kingdom. One of the worst criticisms of all was that they were too immature to run a kingdom, that their emotions will lead to the destruction of the Kingdom.

But then there’s those who claim to have met them, even if it was just a simple greeting. They lauded them as very polite and mature, the kind of people who soaked up every word you were saying and gave you all of their attention. Rulers who led with their brains, not their emotions. Calling them great rulers that even without a previous ruler to help guide them, the pair were handling everything with grace.

You couldn’t help but wonder who were King Nicolas and Queen Josephine truly? Who was telling you the truth?

A/N 2: I’m so sorry for anyone who’s been waiting on this. I never forgot about it! I swear! As for the other stories, it’s a work in progress. I’m focusing on the prologue of my new story and Arranged Yandere but it’s coming!

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[pink-delirium]

To Protect and Love

Chapter One

Masterlist

You’ve always repeated these rules since becoming the heir:

1. Heirs should never be afraid

2. Heirs should always remain levelheaded

3. Heirs should be smart and wise

It’s these rules that your teacher told you makes a great ruler. Your older siblings learned these rules when they were placed as the heirs and now it was your turn.

But it shouldn’t have been like this.

Your older brother, Kieran, should’ve been the only one to learn these rules, not you nor your older sister. Your instructor even said:

“If you need a model for these rules, remember Prince Kieran and how he acted.”

And you couldn’t help but agree with him. Kieran was level headed, never afraid of anything (you still laugh when thinking of how he managed to steal a cookie from the head cook, who you guys used to call the Ugly Troll), and he was smart (always earning the praise of those around him). Kieran was the pride of the kingdom, your father would boast to other rulers that Kieran would make a grand king one day.

Yet… Kieran would never get that chance to be King. Maybe it’s because Kieran died two years ago that’s why you remember it so clearly or maybe it’s because of his manner of death that you’re always speculating to yourself on what truly happened that day.

You remember seeing the workers around the palace scurry around in a frenzy, calling frantically for a doctor. You remember being put into a room with your sister, Adelina, and being guarded by knights around the clock. You’re not sure how many days you and her were stuck in that room (but based on your tally marks, you suspect it was about four days) before you two were allowed out but sometimes you can’t help but wish you never left that room because everything that came after.

You remember being quickly dressed into mourning clothes, and being taken to a chapel and standing there with Adelina in confusion as you saw your mother crying. Nobody would answer your questions until your father came over to you two and delivered the news in his own way.

“Adelina. You are now the new heir.”

Maybe your father knew that he was still the King and couldn’t allow himself to show emotions even when being faced with the situation of having to bury his son, his heir, because as quickly as he came by and informed you and Adelina of the news, he left. You both weren’t allowed the chance to take in the news before one of your father’s advisors told you what had happened.

Kieran was dead.

Kieran had been murdered and they couldn’t figure out who had done it.

And now your sister was the heir. The same girl who had told you that she’d never wanted to be a ruler over a land was now forced to take the position.

But she wouldn’t go down without a fight.

—

After the funeral and the mourning period, Adelina caused a ruckus in the castle. She fought constantly with your father, constantly skipped her lessons with Kieran’s former teachers, and had even tried running away but was caught by a knight.

If her end goal was to have your father decide that she wasn’t fit to be Queen then she accomplished it, but it wasn’t without a price. He had gotten so frustrated with her that he had arranged for his advisors to write an abdication statement and make her sign it.

While she signed it without causing a fuss, it also signed away her rights to stay in the castle. Your father had arranged for her to wed with a prince from a neighboring kingdom in order to build up an alliance with them. You still remember the last time that you saw her, it was at her wedding, she had asked to see you one last time before walking down the aisle.

She cried on your shoulder that day, you’re not exactly sure as to why she cried but you had your suspicions.

Maybe she cried because she realized she would be far away from your mother and you.

Maybe she cried because she had realized what she had done and was now stuck in another kingdom having to play the role of a wife to a man she barely knew.

Or maybe she cried because she knew that you would be forced to take the crown.

You never got the chance to ask before you were asked to leave the room and head out to wait for the wedding to begin.

It’s when you and your parents are leaving the wedding and heading back home that your father gave you a look and you knew what it meant.

You are now the heir. Don’t disappoint me.

Me: man this dad sucks

Also me: realizing I’m the one writing him that way